It was my last day in Spain. I had been there for a fortnight taking care of a family's children. It seemed like a wonderful summer job. I just had to go there and keep an eye on the little boys while speaking English to them. Easy one. At night, I could go out and party. It looked like the best job! Some of my friends had done it the previous year, and they had come back home telling enviable stories. The kids were so nice and it was easy to take care of them. And at night it just took them some minutes to find someone to hook up with.
But it was so different for me. The parents of the family I had to work for used to come home late at night from work. And by the time I was free, I was so tired that I couldn't think about going out. The kids were mischievous and I couldn't have them out of sight for a second, or they would have broken something, run away or any other thing their crazy minds could have thought of.
So I was lucky I had booked my return flight for a day after my contract finished. At least I had one day to spend at my will. And as the family was living near one of the nicest beaches of Spain, I thought I could go there. I had been there before with the kids, but there hadn't been nice experiences.
That last day I woke up early, I wanted to make the most of the day. As soon as I had spread out my towel on the sand, and lay down on it, I fell asleep almost immediately. I was awaken by the heat of the sun on my skin: I was so tired that I had forgotten to open the umbrella. It was already lunch time, and I didn't want to go back to the family house, so I bought a sandwich and ate it under the umbrella. When I finished, I took a book from my bag. I had bought it at the airport when I had landed and I hadn't had the time to even open it.
The book was so interesting that I read it without stopping. When I finished it, I looked up and realized the sun was beginning to set. I also realized that there was a guy sitting in front of me on the sand, staring at me with fascination. How long had he been there?
"
Pense que no acabarias nunca
," he said.
"
Estaba muy interesante
" I said with my best Spanish. I had practiced a lot, but my accent still showed.
"Oh, nice, English girl, right? I can practice my English," he said with a lovely smile. "You are alone here? Most English girls I meet come in groups..." he continued looking around.
"Yes, but I'm not on holidays, I came here for a job. You might have seen me around with two diabolic kids..." I started, putting away the book I was still holding.
We talked for an hour about everything and nothing at the same time. His English was quite good and Iq was happy to be able to have a chat in my language. I had only talked to other people in Spanish for 2 weeks. It had been good for learning but I missed not having to think much to talk about everything.
"...my plane leaves tomorrow, and I still have seen nothing of this town."
"That is so bad. I was hoping to take you around tomorrow," he said placing a hand on my shoulder.
He had been observing me lustfully the whole time and it hadn't taken him too long to lie on my towel by my side. I was amazed at his mischievous acts. Every move he made was intended to get closer to me. At first I was a bit shy, but then I took it as a compliment and let him go on. He was really flattering, and he listened to all my stories with a lot of interest. He was probably only doing it to increase his chances of hooking up with me. But, hey, that is one of the reasons I had come here, right? So I was quite hopeful now with my last day in the country.
He kept staring at me for a while.
